I can remember my earlier days where no chains of prisonment bounded me painfully. Those were blissful days, the one I crave time to time but cannot have. Allow me to tell you my memories of those days.

Sweeps ago, I had hatched. I was an innocent little wiggler, olive colored and purring like a little kitten. I was eventually adopted by a lusus, an enormous cat with two mouths full of razor sharp teeth. She whisked me away to a large forest where we built a humble little hive together.

I spent a good majority of my life behind these trees. The grass was my blanket, the moonlight my light, the blinding intense sun my enemy, and the animals that inhabited this forest were my friends and prey.

I grew up happily into an athletic troll; faster than the fastest deer and stronger than the strongest bear. Teamed up with my lusus, we could bring down any animal we desired. No animal has ever escaped our claws.

At the age of 5 sweeps, I was naive to believe that we were unstoppable.

We may have been the strongest than the creatures that inhabited this forest, but outside of these trees there were others that had the strength of something far worse. I soon came around to learn this.